Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss